It’s the dawn of Monday,
As the dawn’s lone trumpeter sounds
To remind us of our obligation
And aspiration to eat our cake
While we still have it.

Our shadow is growing darker
And the skin is weeping for
The bodies that are digging for gold
Where u can only get oil.
The die is cast, we’re on chance
And we may get a bonus for our hard work

The twilight zone has been reached
When we are taller than the next best us
It’s time for curtain call, we take a bow
And head to our sweetest place,
Where loneliness is replaced by company
We’ve been longing for

Twink of an eye, the trumpeter
Wakes us again to ask the question
What do we gain, when we can lose it all
In a flash, when summer can suddenly turn to winter
The land where tomorrow never dies
Lies the answer.